the bouquet of tiny, firm tendrils
massage my jaw
melting the makeup down the drain
I stand holding my breath
feeling the gentle pressure on my eyes
waves of fear cleansed away
spirals of frustrations
form a puddle around my feet
the unachievable to-do list
the one that won’t ever end
the one that keeps
going
and going
and going–
flushed.
I turn smiling
and turn it from warm to hot,
hot spirals of silver
soften the sinews
washing it all way
giving me permission to draw the curtain
and walk away–
free
light
calm.
